Justin’s brain floundered. He was
turned on by Brianna’s dazzling smile, her hard shapely body, and revealing
clothes. His penis was struggling unsuccessfully to rise. He was so incredibly
frustrated he found it almost impossible to find suitable words. “No, I’m sorry
it must have slipped my mind.”

“You know, Water.”

“What about water?” Justin tied to
concentrate on Brianna’s face and not look at her hard nipples showing
prominently through her thin top. No wonder Kevin had chatted her up, she was
absolutely gorgeous. He must have been successful, she seemed eager to talk to
him, to get him to do something. If only he could figure it out.

“It’s by Deepa.”

The party noise was so loud that Justin
heard this as ‘It’s deeper.’ He was getting even more puzzled. “It’s deeper?”
he said.

“Yes. It’s now playing.”

He became desperate. He didn’t want to
turn her off, he owed that to Kevin, but what the hell was she talking about?
Was it some fountain? Did she want him to go and look at a stupid fountain with
her? “Where’s it playing?” he said.

“At the Arts Theater of course. Where
else?”

Oh! She must mean a movie. “Yes, now I
remember. I really wanted to see it.”

“You did? You didn’t sound so
enthusiastic last week.”

“Well I read a review which gave it a
really good write-up.”

“What did it say?”

‘Oh shit,’ he thought, ‘Now I’ve put my
foot in it again.’ Out loud he said, “It said it was very creative, very
artistic.” That ought to be safe.

“Oh good, so you’ll take me Saturday?”

“How about the Saturday after that? I
know I’ll be free then.”

“It might not be playing then.”

“Look, I’m sorry I’m so disorganized. I
do want to see it with you, but there are lots of things going on. But I think
I can make it. If you haven’t heard from me, could you call me Saturday, early
afternoon, just to make sure.” That should help Kevin he thought.

He hadn’t seen or talked to Kevin for
several months. It was something Crystal insisted on. He accepted that, but it
made their social life dreadfully complicated. He would like to have left a
message for Kevin, but it wouldn’t reach him in time. Justin usually left notes
at work on Friday for Kevin to find on Monday, and Kevin did the same for him.
Although Kevin had mentioned Brianna last week, he hadn’t said anything about a
water movie.

Justin sometimes wondered if all these
complications were worthwhile, but it was not up to him to set the rules. He
consoled himself with the thought that he would be having sex Saturday night,
and probably every night the following week.

o-o-O-o-o

On Saturday morning Justin went to
Crystal’s house as was his custom.

“Oh good!” she greeted him as she opened
the door. “I hope you’ve had a frustrating week and are fully charged.”

She never addressed him by name. Justin
wondered if she greeted Kevin the same way. Perhaps she had forgotten who he
was.

He kissed her and said, “Yes, I feel
very horny. What’s it going to be this week?”

“It’s a surprise,” she said.

He followed her down to the basement.

“Take your shirt off and put your arms
up,” she ordered.

Justin saw manacles and an iron collar
fixed to chains dangling from the ceiling beams. He took his shirt off, and
Crystal climbed onto a stool and locked his wrists and neck in the cold metal
bonds.

She removed the rest of his clothes then
unlocked his chastity belt. His penis sprang to attention.

“My! It does look eager for some fun,”
said Crystal stroking it gently.

Her caresses made his erection even
harder. He badly wanted to cum. He wished he could put his penis into her; any
orifice would do as long as it gave him the necessary friction for an orgasm.
But it was not to be.

She left him standing, chained and
helpless to do anything about his erection.

He knew Crystal would clean the chastity
belt and lock it on Kevin who was bound somewhere else in the house. She would
then release him for a week of relative freedom allowing him to see Brianna.
Justin wondered if Kevin wanted to develop a serious relationship with her.
That would be difficult, Crystal seemed to really enjoy the current arrangement
and would be reluctant to terminate it.

He stretched his neck, trying to
reposition the collar which was not sitting comfortably.

His thoughts returned to Kevin, his
identical twin brother. Kevin and he had both dated Crystal. She had not known
that there were two of them and for a joke they had dated her alternately,
Justin pretending to be Kevin. The problem was that it soon went beyond a joke
and they both fell in love with her. She wanted to get married and they
considered tossing a coin to see who would become her husband, but neither could
bear the thought of losing. They decided that they could keep up the pretence
even after marriage. They thought that the problem might eventually solve
itself if one them became tired of her and left.

So they both married her, Justin going
through the Church ceremony and Kevin the civil ceremony. They had a two-week
honeymoon in Hawaii, and changed places halfway through. After the wedding they
decided to take weekly turns with her and this arrangement seemed to work well
for a few weeks.

o-o-O-o-o

Justin’s thoughts were interrupted by
the sound of the front door closing and Crystal’s footsteps as she descended the
stairs into the basement.

“OK,” she said, “it’s time to get you
prepared.” She washed and dried him, then left the room.

She returned a few minutes later
carrying a cardboard box which she placed on the floor in front of him. She
looked up and smiled at him. He tried to interpret her smile, tried to figure
out what mood she was in. Was she feeling playful, or romantic, or was she going
to be cruel? He couldn’t tell. If there was such a thing as a poker smile,
then she had it to perfection.

She extracted a black leather ball
stretcher from the box and walked over to him. Grabbing his balls she squeezed
them and pulled them down making him wince. She wrapped the cincher tightly
round the base of his balls and pressed the snap studs closed. She pulled his
scrotum skin down through the cincher and then fastened the separator strap on
its tightest setting. The manipulation and pain gave him a strong erection. He
felt he would cum if she gave his penis just a couple of strokes.

“I think it likes that,” she said. “And
I like to see your balls separated. Why God put them both in one sack I don’t
understand. They each deserve their own little sack.”

She reached into the box and pulled out
a roll of bandages. She held it up saying, “This week you’ll be a mummy. I
just read a story on the Internet about a sex mummy. Only that mummy had a fake
penis, you’ll be a mummy with a real one.”

She began to wrap his arms and legs.
She wrapped each one separately, the legs from ankle to groin, and the arms from
wrist to shoulder.

“How long are you going to keep me
wrapped?” Justin asked

“Oh dear. Mummies don’t talk. You’re
spoiling it,” said Crystal. She disappeared into the next room and reappeared
carrying a large ball gag. She forced this into Justin’s mouth and buckled its
strap. Although he was used to ball gags, this was an extra large size and he
regretted speaking. He hoped she would reconsider and replace it with a smaller
one, but feared she might be in a sadistic mood. Perhaps Kevin hadn’t pleased
her and she was now going to take it out on him. He became very worried; he
couldn’t imagine what his jaw would feel like if she left it in for more than a
few hours.

She wrapped his body starting at his
chest and working down to just above his penis. She kept touching it as she
worked, just enough to keep him excited.

She picked a tube out of the box.
“You’re going to be a mummy for the entire week,” she announced. “So we have to
make a few arrangements.” She inserted the enema nozzle into his rectum and
pumped up the inflatable ball that held it in place.

Justin’s heart fell. It looked as
though he was in for a tough week.

She unlocked his wrist manacles and he
gratefully lowered his arms. His neck was still locked in the collar and he
knew better than to resist her. This was his life; he was always in bondage,
either locked into the chastity belt or chained up somewhere in her house.

She made him hold rubber balls in his
hands and tied bondage mittens tightly over them. “I don’t want your fingers
working their way out of the bandages,” she explained.

With his hands now useless and his arms
at his side she wrapped him from shoulders to ankles leaving his penis and balls
exposed. She added three more layers of bandage completely immobilizing his
arms and legs.

When she was satisfied with her
handiwork, she undid his collar. She helped him hop over to a mattress and lie
down. She lifted his feet and wrapped several layers of bandage round them.
From the cardboard box she retrieved a container of thumbtacks and carefully
stuck a dozen of them into the bandages on the underside of his feet.

“If you feel any little pricks,” she
said, “they’re thumbtacks. Don’t try to stand up this week else you’ll drive
them into your feet.”

Justin realized he would be lying down
for the week. Crystal carefully wrapped more layers of bandage around his feet
to hold the thumbtacks in place.

“Now for your head, “ she said. “Try to
sit up.” She helped him raise his body and wedged a cushion under his back.
She then removed his gag.

“Thank you,” he said feeling very
relieved.

“Yes. Well, I wanted us both to enjoy
this week,” she said and kissed him.

“My balls are aching. Could you loosen
the strap a little?”

“Maybe later tonight. After I’ve had my
fun with them. Don’t worry; they aren’t turning purple or anything. They’re
probably just too full of little spermies. Just wait until we’ve made love a
few times.”

He knew better than to argue with her,
and tried to ignore the dull pain.

Crystal fitted a bondage hood over his
head and laced it tight. She applied the blindfold, and inserted breathing
tubes into his nostrils. She forced a rubber ball into his mouth. “Hold it
in,” she said, “while I finish bandaging you.”

Justin was tempted to push it out with
his tongue, but knew that this would have serious consequences, so he remained
passive while she applied several layers of bandage to his head. She removed
the ball, and replaced it with a ball gag of the same size.

“You’ve been talking too much,” she said
as she buckled its strap. “Mummies don’t talk so you’re going to spend the
whole week gagged. I’ll remove it only for feeding.”

Justine didn’t mind, it was not the
large one she had used earlier and he was used to being gagged.

Crystal applied another layer of bandage
around the lower part of his face to conceal the gag. She stood up. “Almost
finished,” she said.

Justin heard her leave the room and
return a few minutes later.

She began to pull something over his
head. “Mummies need masks,” she said. “All the ancient mummies had them. I’m
not sure if it was to represent what they would look like in the next life, but
in your case it’s just a little fantasy of mine.” She stood up and clapped her
hands. “Oh wow! You look so sexy, I can’t wait any longer.”

Justin wondered what her fantasy was,
but his thoughts were cut short as he felt his penis slipping into her wet
pussy.

“Oh God, I love furry animals,” he heard
her say as she began to ride his penis.

Justin couldn’t wait either. After a
week of deprivation this is what he needed most. He began to thrust upwards
into her, reacting to her moves, trying to exceed them. It was an exquisite mix
of pain and pleasure, pleasure for his penis, pain for his balls as she crushed
them at the end of each stroke. But within a few strokes he had his orgasm and
she had hers and they bucked together in glorious ecstasy. He knew that this
was the high point of his life, making love to a beautiful woman. He would have
liked to have seen her, to have embraced her and kissed her, but this was
enough. If his bondage gave her pleasure then he was more than content.

She lay on him and said, “Wow you make a
fantastic mummy! Better than I hoped. This is going to be a marvelous week.”
She lifted herself off him. “I would like to stay and make love all afternoon,
but I have to go out now. Try and get some rest; I don’t think you’re going get
much sleep tonight, you look so irresistible.”

He heard her leave and was left in
silence and darkness. His body was compressed and made helpless by the
bandages. He felt comforted as if he were being cradled by someone he loved.

He thought about the events that had led
him to this position. He wondered if he would do anything different if he had
his life to live over. He decided he wouldn’t; he loved Crystal and she
satisfied his sexual needs. In a perverse way he had come to enjoy both the
weeks of sexual bondage and the intervening weeks of delicious sexual
frustration. He fell asleep, looking forward to a week of sex with his
mistress. Life would be simple and devoid of worldly concerns. There would be
no decisions to make, all he had to do was give and receive sexual pleasure.

o-o-O-o-o

Because Justin and Kevin could not
communicate fully with each other, Crystal began to suspect that her husband’s
memory was defective and a month after the marriage suggested he see a doctor.

The twins met at a restaurant to discuss
the problem. She happened to walk by and saw them sitting together. Her
initial amazement turned to anger and outrage when she discovered that they had
been deceiving her. It made her both a bigamist and an unfaithful wife. They
said they both loved her. She didn’t know what to do but finally agreed that
the relationship could continue, but on her terms. She saw this as an
opportunity to satisfy one of her fantasies, one that she had repressed. She
told them they both had to be punished for what they had done. She couldn’t
trust them any more, so had to take strong measures to assure that they would
both be faithful to her. She would continue to spend alternate weeks with them,
but one would be put in bondage to be used however she wished as a sex toy,
whereas the other would wear a chastity belt so that she could be sure of his
fidelity. They would exchange places every Saturday, and if the free one were
late they would both be severely punished. Justin had the better job, so Kevin
would give up his and they would both work the same job on alternate weeks,
Kevin pretending to be Justin.

After some discussion they agreed to her
conditions, and the arrangement had now lasted for almost a year.

o-o-O-o-o

26.10.06

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